IS THE DAY SO YOUNG? AY ME! SAD HOURS SEEM SO LONG

WHAT LADY IS THAT..

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…WHICH DOTH ENRICH THE HAND…

OH, SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT…

IT SEEMS SHE HANGS UPON THE CHEEK OF NIGHT.

LIKE A RICH JEWEL IN AN ETHIOPE’S EAR…

BEAUTY TOO RICH FOR USE, FOR EARTH TOO DEAR. SO SHOWS A SNOWY DOVE TROPPING WITH CROWS AS YONDER LADY O’ER HER FELLOWS SHOWS…

HAVE NOT SAINTS LIPS, AND HOLY PALMERS TOO?

AY PILGRIM, LIPS THAT THEY MUST USE IN PRAYER. 

O, THEN DEAR SAINT, LET LIPS DO WHAT HANDS DO. THEY PRAY; GRANT THOU; LEST FAITH TURN TO DESPAIR

EYES, LOOK YOUR LAST! ARMS, TAKE YOUR LAST EMBRACE! AND, LIPS, OH YOU THE DOORS OF BREATH, SEAL WITH A RIGHTEOUS KISS

HERE COMES THE LADY. OH, SO LIGHT A FOOT WILL NE’ER WEAR OUT THE EVERLASTING FLINT. A LOVER MAY BESTRIDE THE GOSSAMERS THAT IDLES IN THE WANTON SUMMER AIR, AND YET NOT FALL. SO LIGHT IS VANITY. 

IT WAS THE LARK, THE HEARLD OF THE MORN, NO NIGHTINGALE. LOOK, LOVE, WHAT ENVIOUS STREAKS. DO LACE THE SEVERING CLOUDS IN YONDER EAST. NIGHT’S CANDLES ARE BURNT OUT, AND JOCUND DAY. STANDS TIPTOE ON THE MISTY MOUNTAIN TOPS. 

IS LOVE A TENDER THING? IT IS TOO ROUGH, TOO RUDE, TOO BOISTEROUS, AND IT PRICKS LIKE THORN. 

BUT, SOFT! WHAT LIGHT THROUGH YONDER WINDOW BREAKS? IT IS THE EAST, AND JULIET IS THE SUN.

O BLESSÈD, BLESSÈD NIGHT! I AM AFEARD, BEING IN NIGHT, ALL THIS IS BUT A DREAM, TOO FLATTERING SWEET TO BE SUBSTANTIAL. 

PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW. 

(LINES TAKEN FROM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE)

SEPTEMBER 2014, ONE OF MY STOPS IN MY SUMMER WORLD TOUR. THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF VERONA. VIVA ITALIA! 

Thanks to the beautiful Lauren Schnapper and amazing photographer Chris Ho Nguyen 

Lauren Schnapper (https://facebook.com/lschnap);

Chris Ho (https://facebook.com/dancehead707)